A couple things that struck me yesterday during one of my rare visits to Phoenix’s interior. The neighborhood I was walking through had a mix of twee cafes, vegan restaurants, art galleries, frou-frou-coffee shops, bail bondsmen, process servers, and pawnshops. And driving along the freeway, I noticed that all of the billboards- ALL of them- were for either lawyers or air conditioning. There’s a message in there.

There is, however, no message in todays birthday, other than the stupidity of astrology, which include a guy who lived up to his name; the exemplar of the strawman; an exemplar of the honesty and selflessness of Team Blue; a guy famous for being in the background; one of the authoritarian pieces of shit bequeathed to us by Saint Ronnie Reagan; a guy who mercifully got killed before he could inundate us further with smarmy pop; a guy who bought a houses for a lot of women; my second-favorite boxer; an inadvertent Watergate celebrity; and the living symbol of Donald Trump’s antisemitism.

That’s the spoonful of sugar, here’s the medicine.

 

Get ready for King Charles.

 

Highest Risk Occupation: Number 2 guy at Al Qaida. Second highest risk: Iranian wrestler.

 

Arrested for carrying.

 

My prediction for the next cult jurist. 

 

You entitled smarmy little fuck.

 

Liberals fret because the government was insufficiently brutal.

 

Old Guy Music is a wonderful girl group who seem to have been largely forgotten. I haven’t forgotten.